I don’t want to remember.

Bree had an appointment for her yearly vaccinations this morning, so we loaded up to go see yet another new vet. Dr. Klein -unlike the last doc- is apparently ADHD free, and very personable. Even so, Bree wasn’t fooled for an instant and turned her nose up at a proffered cookie. My dog will not be bought!

The tech and Dr. Klein both tried to get the bitch to eat the cookie, even going so far as to break it up for her. She’d have none of it. But after all the poking and prodding was over and we told her “That’s it, Bree! You’re done!” she walked over to where the cookie was lying scattered on the floor and scarfed down every crumb.

She won’t be bought, but she will accept payment. The doc and assistant, surprised, broke out laughing and started discussing how smart she was, and I simply murmured “you have no idea” under my breath.

After the vet we set off for Pet Supermarket. It’s amazing how drastically her attitude changes from one of cautious optimism to all out Spuds McKenzie party animal when we cross the threshold of that store. I don’t know if she loves it for the smells, the other pets, the goodies we come away with or the huge amounts of adoration garnered while walking the aisles. Diva in training, she will flagrantly disregard chewies or stuffed toys and pull me down the aisle to greet a new person!

At least it’s one place where I don’t worry about someone suing me because she might slobber on them.

Under the fold, because it gets a little weird….

Enormous boobage entered my field of vision and was so astounding in it’s barely harnessed halter top it short circuited my fragile nervous system and all I could do was stare, mouth agape. Then she bent down to pet Bree and it got worse.

I could not look away; it was like a movie train wreck. Wide expanse of white breasticle followed by the inevitable areola, all flowing into view with panoramic slow motion obviousness.
I don’t want to see another woman’s nipple!

Dammit, cover up! What is wrong with women who dress like that? She wasn’t the only one in the store in a halter top [what is that about?], but she was the only one who was amply endowed. Neither trussed up woman was young, in any sense of the word, but neither had any business wearing something like that, as the other woman was pitiably thin. Still not a good look.

I’m over-reacting, right? I still don’t want to see a stranger’s nipple unless it’s nested in a male model’s chest hair!